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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Additional Vocals
Vonnie
Vonnie
Additional Vocals
Big Boy
Big Boy
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Recording Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Aria Angel Ali
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Whatever day, vibe, month it is, it just feels like summer You know what I'm saying? It always feels like summer in the neighborhood man When you get a chance to come in You get a chance to lay back, you get a chance to laugh You get a chance to chill, best believe that, man And being that it always feels like summer Let's go ahead and make you feel like summer Summertime in the LB wild We gon' party 'til the sun or the guns come out JB first one fouled out playing ball Now the whole city love you, how? But we know they wasn't down from the get go Dirty got a dozen rounds, better get low Lil Johnny gave his life for this shit All he got was a plot and a bottle from the Winco Still Norfside, Parkside, Vince stole Two wins, new friends, we skip those Try finessin' my way into Heaven, might hit that gate Might fall from a big spla On the concrete, real street runner First month still feel like summer Cold weather won't stop no gunner Wrong hat, wrong day, I'd kill my brother Ayy, summertime in the LB Know it ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now Drop top with the top down now All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Scared money don't make money, hey White man want take from me, hey White fans at the Coachella, hey Never been touched, niggas know better, hey (Ooh yeah) Same ways since Summer School Baby Jay Either I'ma make the news or make a play Pass Alyssa house, coulda took a different route Wouldn't be without, think about it every day Moved on, life fast like that Still struggle with the past, I'm strapped Somebody gotta watch my back Everybody wanna count my bag Ease off me, these streets taught me Speak softly, please don't taunt me Knowin' Vic and them stayed on 8th If they killed me, then I'd be great Now they lookin' at me Summertime in the LB Know it ain't shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now Drop top with the top down now All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Here it is man, I told y'all, "Feels like Summer" No matter when it is man, It always feels like summer in the Neighborhood And being that it feels like Summer, let's do this man Let's go outside
Writer(s): Vince Staples, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Adam King Feeney, Kenneth Charles Blume Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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